I went to the funeral today of my great uncle "Dick." I saw him a lot at my grandparents while growing up. If you didn't go right up to him the second you came in the door and say "Hi, Uncle Dick" then you were in big trouble with him and he'd let you know it. So, I went mostly because I wanted to and a little because I'm afraid if I didn't go that when I got to Heaven (hopefully Heaven) he would be all mad and I'd hear about it.
Anyway, I think funerals are so interesting (when it's someone who is old and it's their time to go). I learned so much about my Uncle Dick today and it was great. I learned that he didn't go by his real name and my uncle once teased him about his real name and Uncle Dick got mad and twisted his arm and the two families involved didn't see each other for a long time. My Uncle Dick dated my grandmother before his brother (my grandfather) did. I also learned that he was a great record keeper and made scrapbooks for his grandchildren. What a neat gift to them.